OUTLAW Lyrics

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Jesus walked on water, while the blood was thick around my feet

At least they shouting brave for you, I can't even seem to breathe

Poured an open crown, and in the crowd she getting on her knees

Allure and all contorted sound control the people, wine and bleach

That blood in ice, that coke and cash couldn't tide me for the night

New Roladex, a kid could cry, never had what looking nice

Living my life at two different angles, hand on a ladder I'm getting impatient

Demon outside in my ghost town

Think I deserve to be better than basic, I

Think I could learn to do better than anguish, my

Previous life, guess I fucked up whatever

I'm getting advice and it adding a vice, and it came with a price, I don't care what I'm Feeling, n I'm getting it right n' I'm getting it right n' I'm getting it right

Lean to the left, and I'm blinded by the lunar

Can't see them past the lens, diving in a scuba

Should really get to the point like dark work on computer

I mean, I sorta seen the binary through the Buddha

Always speak of Trinity, my Trinity was sucking on the fairway

Hid my hand inside her shirt and squeezed around the air-way

Is it fair to say from birth I was born to be this arrogant, so to say

I'm an embarrassment, and

My obsession lead to losing all my people

Couldn't count the blessing cause my mental rocky, feeble

Ostracized myself and seen the world was filled with evil

Akhanatan, Occam's Saber, took a blade up to the eagle

Lots of loss to loss again, my thoughts could stop but that be lame

Fuck rap, I'm whipping cream and that's the game

I quit the drugs and back again, now listen up my cross'll break

I'm christened off the rock and chain, we liquored up to walk in rain

You simpletons don't know the game, I sacrificed and made the change

You think you know me, but you know the boy I used to be

And the boy I used to be was weaker then them songs you made

I'm in the amber dress code, stay alert to those who drain

They feeding off the feeling of your failure and your shame

Seen them at the bus-stop, peering through the pane

Leeching off your talent, they pretend they got it made

Since artists turned to outlaws, I guess we look the same